Our Saturday Schedule

On Saturday, Morgan handed me a schedule of things we were going to do together that day. Here they are:

1. Interrogation
2. Do Songs
3. Dance
4. Do Writing
5. Do Super Heroes
6. The Michael will be a judge at courthouse.
7. Party
8. Do Work

We got through 1 and 2. Interrogation consists of Morgan setting up a TV tray in front of me, sitting down in it, and having a conversation with me. This is him asking me questions like “Hi, how are you doing?”, then moving on to the next question without waiting for an answer. Kind of fun.

Do Songs means Morgan gets out his Casio Keyboard, lays it out on the TV tray, plugs it in and has me play it while he sings improv songs. However, I am required to play in a specific way for each song. In one, I have to twiddle my fingers on the keyboard doing mini scales; in another, I have to keep my hands stiff and hit the keyboard with my fingers, keeping them in the same position but moving up and down the keyboard, similar to chopsticks. Keep in mind that I don’t play the keyboard, and while there was definitely noise coming from the Casio, I wouldn’t call it music. It was good enough for Morgan though.

After songs, he got bored and drifted off to other things. It was extremely fun while it lasted and I’m a little sad we didn’t get to any of the other items. We’ve done them before and they’re all fun.

OMG Weasels!!!

Morganisms are things I used to tweet, but I don’t really use twitter that much any more, so I figured I would put them on my blog instead. This latest was said yesterday at Denny’s. Morgan was talking about what happens to bad boys.

“No TV, no video games, no viewmaster, and NO WEASEL!”

Anne and I have no idea what a Weasel is.

Bad Idea?

Latest Morganism. I’m sitting at home. Morgan comes up to me out of the blue and says:

“Michael, you got an idea! Let’s try something else.”

Nearly choked on my soda…

No More Chandeliers

Another one from Morgan. I’m at my computer and Morgan comes out of the bathroom right over to me and stands next to me, saying:

“There’s no chandeliers left in the bathroom!”

My reply:

“That’s true.” Nodding sagely.